'If you like. But we can talk better here. Let me find you a place to sit down.' Before Mildred could answer, Elsie cried across the glade:
'So there you are.'
'What do you think of the forest?' shouted Cissy.
'Wonderful,' replied Mildred.
'Well, we won't disturb you… we shall be back presently.'
And, like ghosts, they passed into the shadow and mystery of the trees.
'So you work in the men's studio?'
'Does that shock you?'
'No, nothing shocks me.'
'In the studio a woman puts off her sex. There's no sex in art.'